A/n: Here's a new story for all of you! Written for the Jury of Your Peers Competition smut version. All stories are under 3000 words, so the main, literal focus here is sex. If it's not your thing then this probably isn't for you.

Also written for Holiday Spirit: Christmas Boot Camp prompt #33, the If You Dare Challenge prompt #217 and the Diversity Genre Boot Camp prompt #40.

You don't just show up to someone's door in a naughty Mrs. Clause suit and expect to walk away without feeling exceptionally sore. Hermione learned that lesson today.

Or maybe it was her intention all along to catch his attention. She was a little too smart to just stop by in something like that and ask where a party is.

Draco figured she was just looking for him. And when she didn't object to his lucid, wandering hands he took it as a good thing and invited her inside.

She might've been a little intoxicated.

Or really intoxicated.

Why she decided to come find him still didn't make any sense, but he wasn't arguing when she ended up on his lap a few minutes later. Seven months of mild redemption and a place as Head Boy did revert his way of thinking, just a bit.

But not completely. He still had hints of racism left in him, but none of that was going to come up when he had a very skimpily dressed girl straddling his lap. In fact it was the farthest thing from his mind.

"Granger I didn't actually think you knew what sex was," he muttered, hands running up and down her sides as she continued to suck on his neck. He wasn't quite sure if she was here because something went terribly wrong with Weasley and she needed to get back at him, or if she legitimately went looking for him.

She didn't respond, instead working her nimble fingers down his toned chest. He hadn't been wearing a shirt when he answered the door, and was quite pleased now. Her fingers found his belt soon enough, and he was quite surprised to see how quickly she was working.

"What's the hurry Granger?" he asked, giving her a light shove back. She frowned and crossed her arms, still sitting on top of him on the couch.

"You're ready," she whined, grinding her hips against the obvious erection. He arched an eyebrow, having never seen her whine, much less like this.

"I see. Weasley can't be that sufficient of a lover if you think that just because I'm hard it's time to commence." He picked her up, roughly dropping her back on the sofa. So maybe he wasn't the gentlest bloke around. "That's not how I do things."

She never really had much time to question him. Instantly he was on her neck, causing the woman to gasp. Crouching in front of her his hands hooked into the thin straps of her dress, pulling it down to reveal uncovered, hard nipples. He pinched just one, leaving his other hand on her back to keep her arched forward.

She gasped the harder he pinched, fingers alternating between the two hard peeks. Twice she reached out to try and touch him, fingers searching for a belt buckle. He pushed her off, in the end binding her hands together.

"You're so impatient darling. Let me show you how sex should really be."

He didn't romantically carry her to the bedroom. Nothing about this encounter had anything to do with romance. He pulled her by her bound hands instead, her lust filled eyes following him the whole way. He pushed her down on the bed once there, pulling her arms above her head.

"Maybe Weasley's too sweet with you."

She smirked, an action that really caught his attention. "Maybe he is. Show me what it's like to be a little rougher?"

She was definitely drunk. But then again, so was he. The eighth years threw a party tonight, and he supposed that Granger's slutty attire was something she threw on after going upstairs with her boyfriend. He was rather interested to know when Weasley fucked up and let her walk out the door in something like that.

Oh well. His loss and Draco's gain. Without responding one hand moved down to pinch a nipple again, enjoying the way she softly moaned whenever he did so. Her legs kicked about each time he dipped lower, squirming at his every touch. The obvious lust glowed in her eyes, and he couldn't wait to sink himself inside of her. Hopefully if Granger dressed like that, she was halfway decent in bed.

"Malfoy," she gasped as his fingers slid under the skirt and toyed her panties. He smirked, reflexively testing the strength of the dress. It was very poor material, and took no time at all to rip in two. She didn't even look bothered by it.

He brushed his fingers over her panty clad sex, watching her arch at the slightest touch. "I never realized you're one to wear a thong Granger."

"I never felt it necessary to tell everyone about the underwear I wear."

He pushed a knuckle against her, causing the girl to moan out loud. "Enough talk Granger. Why don't we see what you can do?"

Despite being disappointed about having so little done to her, Hermione seemed up to the challenge. He didn't unbind her hands, but that didn't deter her confidence. As he sat down on the bed she attacked him, nimble fingers finding the belt buckle she'd been grasping at earlier. This time he didn't push her away and let her do her thing.

He was greatly rewarded. She worked well with her hands bound together, and soon enough had him released from the confines of his trousers. The cool air caused him to shiver, but the feeling was quickly replaced by something very different. Her mouth came down and engulfed the tip quickly, long enough for him to take a sharp inhale of breath. She pulled back a bit a smirked.

"You're a tease Granger," he groaned, grabbing the sheets as she worked her magic. Despite being a prude by day, Weasley's girlfriend seemed quite capable of getting freaky in the bedroom. She did give absolutely amazing head.

"Fuck," he muttered, fisting her hair as she worked. Her body was bent towards him, and he used what little brain capacity he could muster to pull her legs towards him. She stopped what she was doing and gave him a curious look.

"Keep going," he instructed, and she readily implied. Half of him wondered if she listened this well when sober. He'd have to try that sometime if he ever got the chance, when his mind was a lot less hazy as well.

While she sucked him he took the opportunity to flip her short skirt up over her arse. Indeed, she did wear a thong, and it gave the illusion of a well-rounded arse. He waited until she looked back down at his cock before raising his hand, smacking her hard on the arse. She yelped, but he didn't miss the groan that escaped her lips as well.

"Interesting," he said, smacking her again while she was distracted. This time she only groaned, no longer startled by the action. He smirked. "You do have a kinky side," he continued, watching her lust clouded eyes grow ever darker as he smacked her arse a third time, then rubbed the pink skin softly.

She moaned, falling back on the sheets. "Malfoy…"

"Hmm?"

"Fuck me."

His ears perked up at that. "Come again?" he asked, rubbing her sex now that she lay on her back. She quivered, sending him a dangerous look.

"Fuck me."

"I don't think I can hear you Granger," he remarked, brushing her thong to the side as he rubbed her lips. "Maybe one more time?"

"Ugh, Malfoy, please just fuck me!"

He smirked, priding himself in getting her to that state of complete and utter mindlessness. Without a word he shoved the rest of his trousers off, ignoring the boxers as he climbed on top of her, pinning her hands again. He focused solely on her face as he slammed inside of her.

The way she arched her back was surprisingly arousing. If he could possibly get any harder, he probably did in that moment at the feel of him pulling her open.

She was incredibly tight.

"Gods Granger," he muttered, taking a moment to collect himself. "Does Weasley ever stretch you?"

She arched an eyebrow, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Let's not talk about Ron right now, shall we?"

He didn't need any more encouragement. With her legs wrapped around him he could penetrate her deeper, and took full advantage of the position as he began slamming in and out of her. She tightened her body around him, cute little cries escaping her lips each time he pushed back in to the hilt.

She didn't realize what she was doing to him.

"Fuck," he hissed as she rocked her hips back against him, meeting him for every thrust. He had half a mind to flip them over and let her take control, but he didn't really think he could manage. He refused to stop slamming into her slick body for a moment.

She had him moaning as he thrust into her. And Draco was a very quiet lover.

He blamed it in being intoxicated, no matter that he'd never moaned before during sex while drunk. She had a major hold over him that he didn't understand. He was never this aroused by a girl.

"I'm close," she gasped, fingers digging into his back. He grunted, thrusting harder at that. Her body withered and only a few moments later she was coming. He could feel her getting wetter, and the delightful way she screamed out his name sent him over the edge too.

He was too busy relishing in the moment to register whether she used his real name. Panting he rolled off of her, flopping down on the sheets as he tried to regain his breath.

Granger was a lot of work. She could go for quite a while. A lot of girls complained about his size.

And she definitely wasn't stretched for him beforehand. He chanced a glance over at her. She was staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling.

Draco glanced at the time. Fuck- it was almost two in the morning. Without saying a word to her he snapped his fingers and several heavy, thick blankets lifted themselves up and draped over the two bodies. He placed a cooling spell on them both to help their bodies calm down. The blankets could do their job in a bit once they were cooled down. He just knew that he wouldn't have the energy to even snap his fingers in a few minutes.

She was really gone. If she even knew where she was anymore, he'd be impressed. But at least she knew who she was with. Granger never once said the wrong name during that whole experience, and even told him to not talk about the Weasel. He just thought she was a little insane when she scooted closer to him.

Insane or really drunk. One of the two. And he was pretty sure the latter would be wearing off soon. Hopefully they would both be asleep by that time. He preferred to deal with whatever consequences there would be in the morning, no matter how unpleasant.

He was simply too tired right now. And she was too. Without saying anything more, they drifted off to sleep.

If they only knew what tomorrow would bring, emerging from the mistakes they made tonight.

A/n: Yup, typical sex story for this couple. I don't usually write smut but I decided to take a swing at it. This story's a little forced in my opinion, so I might go back in eventually and add more or change things around. We'll see.

This will be written as a two-shot, but can be read as two separate one-shots to abide by the rules of the competitions both chapters will be entered into- and both chapters will be for different competitions too.

It might take a bit to get the second installment up. Suggestions and feedback are welcome :) I have another smut story coming out later that's a lot better, and maybe a third later on. Leave a review if you have a moment!